It was almost nine o'clock in the evening when Wu Yahuan rushed back and handed Ding Fan a piece of dark wood.
Ding Fan was delighted. This was exactly the lightning strike wood he was looking for. He could feel the residual thunder and lightning breath on it. Such a large piece could be used for a long time.
"Sister Huan, where did you get it?" Ding Fan asked.
"In Yegang Village, I heard that the thunder there was very severe a few days ago, and a fruitless jujube tree was chopped down. So I sent people to rush over, snatched the wood from the stove pit, and gave me fifty yuan.
." Wu Yahuan said.
"That's great. With something like this, if we catch Du Laoxie, we won't be afraid that he will suddenly disappear like Lou Shuhang." Ding Fan said.
"We must kill all the slaves." Wu Yahuan said fiercely.
Lou Shuhang confessed that it was the soldier who injured Wu Weiqiang, but he could not be sure which one it was. They seemed to have no names, and they were somewhat similar in appearance.
There is no way to explain the real culprit, we can only kill them all!
"I support Sister Huan. These walking zombies who only do evil should be eradicated." Ding Fan said firmly.
"Haha, there is also a very happy thing today." Wu Yahuan laughed again.
"Lou Shuhang is dead?"
"It's not that. I accidentally checked my stock account, and there was an extra five million."
"Has this brat Xiaolei made money?" Ding Fan asked in surprise.
"It has increased five times. Xiaolei is so smart. He buys junk stocks every time. He buys them at the lowest point every time. He is not greedy after the price rises and sells them in time. The most gratifying thing is that in the past month, the stock has dropped from
Not missed." Wu Yahuan was full of praise.
"You can't compare. When I was nine years old, I could only run around with my friends." Ding Fan sighed.
"When I was nine years old, I was already versatile." Wu Yahuan said proudly.
"Well, Sister Huan had an interesting childhood."
Haha, Wu Yahuan laughed, and the pink fist fell but it didn't hurt. After the fuss, he said: "I told Xiao Lei that he can continue to invest, and all the money earned will belong to him. Now look, your prediction will come true!"
"What prophecy?" Ding Fan didn't react for a moment.
"Xiao Lei is the richest man in Beijing. If this trend continues, he will be able to achieve it without reaching our age." Wu Yahuan was convinced.
Mu Xiaolei has made great progress, and it is indispensable for Li Ruojing to give him personal guidance. This consultant is the right one!
Qifan Trading had a project that needed to be launched. Ding Fan discussed with Wu Yahuan and asked Zhang Xueyan to serve as the general manager to take full control of the business.
Wu Yahuan had no objection, but was very happy to finally see that Ding Fan's thoughts were not only on Bai Yifei.
Time waits for no one, be prepared!
Ding Fan gave up his rest time, scraped some powder from the lightning-struck wood, mixed the cinnabar and ink evenly, found the coffin brought out from the underground tomb, and cut it into several thin slices with a knife.
These coffins are extremely different, the materials are unknown, and the textures revealed are very strange, and they seem to be natural runes.
Leng Ling'er is not familiar with this, but there is no doubt that the coffin prepared for the big demon must be a material that is difficult to find in heaven and earth, and may come from other worlds.
Ding Fan carefully began to draw talismans on the wood pieces. The front and back sides were different. One side was a safe talisman to prevent outsiders from intruding, and the other side was a restraining talisman to prevent people inside from rushing out.
After being busy until around midnight, the talisman was successfully drawn. Leng Ling'er tried the talisman on her own. The effect was obvious. It really made ghosts of her level feel great resistance and dare not approach.
After a vigorous effort, Ding Fan drew two more talismans, then lay down to practice and sleep.
It’s another sunny day!
Before going to work, Ding Fan took the key to his residence on the 36th floor. After entering, he placed the talisman he drew last night on the windows and doors of his bedroom, and also placed one at the entrance of the air conditioner's external unit.
Level 5 spirit ghosts penetrate everything and cannot leave any flaws behind.
"Something happened to Fu Dongyang. I don't know if Du Laoxie is still in Jiuding Building." Wu Yahuan said.
"exist!"
"How do you know?" Wu Yahuan asked in surprise, adding: "The bodyguards did not notice that he left."
"Xiao Lei can just see him. If he escapes, he will be notified." Ding Fan said.
"This child, doesn't he have to sleep at night?" Wu Yahuan couldn't help but feel distressed.
"No, just stare at it every day. Du Laoxie is also very careful and forgets the telescope in the window. Sister Huan is an expert in this aspect." Ding Fan smiled evilly.
"Also, ghosts and ghosts always come here. Even though they live on the roof, this hobby has been abandoned." Wu Yahuan curled his lips.
The two of them rushed to Fuyao Building in the same car. There was a board meeting today. The main topic was related to the fashion expo. After being busy for so long, it was time to divide the money.
This time, Ding Fan attended the meeting on behalf of the head of the International Fashion Association office, accompanied by Fang Meiqian and Cai Xin.
Opposite are Bai Yifei, Wu Yahuan and Gao Zhenxiang, the three shareholders of Fuyao. Mo Yuhong, as the financial director, must be present. Cai Cai, the secretary to the chairman, pretends to be holding a notepad. As for what is recorded on it, I am afraid even she herself does not know.
Bai Yifei and Wu Yahuan exchanged a few words in a low voice, and first said: "Everyone, the International Fashion Fair has ended. It was a great success. Thank you for your hard work."
Everyone applauded, knowing that the hardest person was Zhang Xueyan, but she didn't come at all.
"Fuyao gained a lot from this expo, and its influence is unprecedented. There are more than a dozen peer companies that actively want to establish cooperative relationships. In particular, we have reached a preliminary cooperation intention with Ruixue Group. Fuyao will definitely move forward.
Take a big step." Bai Yifei said with a bit of excitement.
"Thank you, Director Ding Fan, for your hard work!" Bai Yifei emphasized again.
"Hehe, I just set up the stage, and actually didn't do anything." Ding Fan smiled and waved his hands, not taking any credit for himself.
"Without a stage, no one has a chance to perform." Wu Yahuan interjected.
"Supervisor Ding has shown excellent commanding skills, especially in terms of hiring people." Mo Yuhong also praised.
"Everyone's performance was even more exciting."
Ding Fan took the lead in applauding, and everyone immediately joined in with applause. Finally, he stopped praising himself with applause.
"Director Fang, tell me about the situation of the Fuyao model!" Bai Yifei said.
This time, Fuyao's models have put in a lot of hard work, but they have also gained a lot. They performed on the same stage as international supermodels, and they were not inferior, and won unanimous praise from the industry.
Fang Meiqian took the microphone and said excitedly: "Yesterday, I noticed something. On the official website of the International Fashion Association, three models were added to the model section. They are all from our Fuyao, Lan Shan, Hua Xiaojuan and
Fu Lili. I have also received several calls from companies, hoping that our supermodels can endorse their advertisements or serve as product ambassadors!"
Ding Fan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He didn't understand foreign languages and had never logged into the association's official website. He was more sensitive than his subordinates.
"I think that through this exhibition, Fuyao's models have really taken off, and the price of attending the event should be greatly increased." Fang Meiqian added.